There are seriously some people in life that are like a drug. It’s unhealthy for you to be around them. And you can make progress by cutting the bad habit out of your life but then there are some days when you relapse and you’re fucking back to square one. The drug itself may not be that dangerous, but the effect it has on you personally is lethal. And then you wonder how a drug that makes you feel so good in the moment can cause so much harm to you after the fact. It only let’s you down. And leaves you feeling empty, guilty, and like a piece of shit.
African proverb (via futurepharaohs)
This is a Zimbabwean proverb from the Shona tribe, meaning that a person who harms another or borrows from someone will often forget, but the person who is harmed or borrowed from will always remember.
(via sweetheartpleasestay)
(Source: journalofanobody)
How dumb that I still actively “like” posts as I scroll down my dashboard just because they remind me of you. Stuff that I want to send to you and just be like, “hey, you will enjoy the shit out of this.”
You said my voice was therapy,
but what did you really mean?
That night you serenaded me,
with Saint Augustine.
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I wish I wasn’t the kind of person who has regrets. But I hope so hard that reincarnation exists. Because I just want to do life over. Completely over.
